“Have you ever heard that I steal sheep in Tioga county, Seth?”
“Not’s I know on.”
“You’re sure? mind you’ll have to swear in Court.”
Seth looked at Harris, and then at the bills.
“Sure—parfectly sure.”
“Nor anything about my being implicated in the robbery of Jenkins’s store?” Still holding the roll of bills in his hand, and turning over the ends, exhibiting the V’s and X’s most tantalizingly.
“No; I’ll swear I never heeard nobody say you had anything to do with it.”
“You’re an honest man, Seth; here’s a hundred on account. The other hundred you shall have after the Court.”
The Court had been in session some time, when the Colonel and myself arrived, and Seth had just been sworn. He was to destroy the character of Harris, by testifying in regard to the sheep-stealing, and the robbery at Painted Post.
“Han’t no knowledge on the pint.”